75: Award Season

Let's hear those golden statuettes
award these gorgeous liars.
Dress them up and sell, sell, sell.Mine diamonds from their hearts.
Tears carefully applied - or not?
They recalled times when they were not there.
When life was tragedy without the Shakespeare.
It was simply reality. But not they walk blood-red carpets,
all the way down to the beaches
where skulls break on rocky cliffs
and crash, crash, crash,

goes the water.